Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Quote by Shakespeare
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet...
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure.
To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...
Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...
There's place and means for every man alive.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
There is a history in all men's lives.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.